Moms explores a new vulnerability and resiliency within Menomena, a band that's taken change not as an excuse to opt out but instead as a catalyst for growth. It's tragic and intimate, comic and endearing, personal and motivated. In 10 songs and just less than 50 minutes, Harris and Seim cast pop cascades into noise kaleidoscopes (''Baton''), chop and twist a melody until it becomes a big dance beat (''Capsule''), and build inescapable arrays of tension and texture that finally release (''Tantalus''). Opener ''Plumage'' couples its surge of energy with a cleverly playful study of sexuality, while ''Pique'' turns the same sort of seemingly impossible tessellated-rhythm tricks that have become a Menomena trademark.